Day 97 prompt: Mouth Watering
Coerced by tugging
The cork pops free
My nose catches
A whisper of the cask
Deep red liquid
Splashes into goblet
My mouth waters
Raising glass to lips
I inhale not just wood
But smoke and spice
And rich dark fruit
The first sip floods
Into my mouth
Warming my cheeks
Entertaining my tongue
Swallow
Again and again
Until the green bottle
Lightens to emptiness
And I know
In the morning
My mouth will be dry